School

Sometimes, I want to go back to college just so someone would give me topics to write on. I miss that part. I even miss fretting about what I would write. If I wanted to get a PhD in my field, the colleges expect me to live there, do research, and teach classes. It’s two to three hours of drive time to get to any of the schools that have doctoral programs. Plus, I would miss being home with my family. I finally got my schedule switched over to daytime only (no more nights! that’s a new therapist’s game!).

So, I start google searching online programs. Some of them are garbage, but others look okay.

With all the changes in the past two years, I’d like that studying and writing would be things that I could do at home.

My other idea was completely different. Contact the county about becoming a respite care provider. This would be the lazy version of becoming a foster parent. It is hard for people (like me) who have come from families where there are lots of people you can count on to understand that some children simply do not have that.

8:42pm? I better get to bed so I can get up early enough to drink coffee and trick myself out the door with TV. Here’s the process. Coffee: check. Put clothes in dryer to get rid of wrinkles: check. Kids wake up early also to snuggle up on the couch: check. Watch a funny show: check. Pause the show multiple times for people to use the bathroom: Yep. Put on nice clothes and say, “Come on. Get out of here.” to self a couple times. Drive away. Or see that the car is covered in frost and yell, “Crap!” Clean just enough to see and spray the windshield wiper fluid as I drive. There’s more, but yeah.

Merry Christmas real soon!

Terra